It is newleaf, and the clan's lands are flourishing. The sun has been out and about, keeping everything warm, and at the same time there are frequent rains. Not so many as to create a flood, but enough to keep the plants lush and the prey plentiful.

Rainpool walked into the grounds with her apprentice close behind. She came to a stop and turned. "All right, Flightpaw," she meowed, "this is where we are going to begin your training. I think we'll start with some hunting. Does that sound good to you?" she asked.

((OOC: I mentioned this to you before, but you can't decide if your cat's attacks actually hit. The other character decides. If you want Flightpaw to land on Rainpool's back, say something like: "Flightpaw leaped at Rainpool, aiming to land on her back." Powerplaying is not allowed on this forum.))

Rainpool screeched and rolled onto her back, hoping to squish the apprentice. "You aren't to use your claws in training!" she yowled.